"Forget it, forget it. Getting angry will only make you sick, and no one will suffer in your place. Finding out what's going on is more important."
Ling Han took a deep breath, then placed her cool, jade-like hands on Tang Yu's head and gently began to massage it.
"Oh, that feels great. You've got some skill."
Tang Yu looked delighted.
[Now this is what I call a heavenly life. She's a real professional.]
[What a shame. A beautiful girl like her, and she's working as an assassin?]
[If she stayed at my house as a maid, worked two hours a day, and spent the rest of her time happily playing, that would be the life she deserves.]
[An assassin's world is so dangerous. Fighting and killing every day, always sneaking around. It must be exhausting for a girl.]
Hearing Tang Yu's thoughts, Ling Han couldn't help feeling slightly stunned—and even a little touched.
He knew she was his enemy, yet he was still willing to think about what was best for her?
But deep down, she really had entertained thoughts like that before.
Why couldn't she live like other girls?
Live an ordinary life: go to school, work, play games, go shopping with her best friends, and find a boy she liked to date.
In her world, there was nothing but killing and missions.
Every day, she dealt with all sorts of people and brushed shoulders with death countless times.
A life spent dancing on the edge of a blade was truly exhausting.
She wanted to be an ordinary girl, too.
Spend her days collecting protection money and eating at dessert shops without paying.
"Young Master Tang, do you have any siblings?"
Ling Han suddenly asked.
"No. I'm an only child. I do have a few cousins, though."
Tang